The man could make windows like nobodies business.
Morris was not a very happy guy, apparently. From what I've read he felt at odds with the age he was born into. And, while I can certainly understand that feeling, I can't figure out how someone who lived in the house pictured below could be anything but permanently cheerful.
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Anway, I occasionally try to draw up Morris-inspired designs. It's good excersize and it really gives you an appreciation for how difficult it is to create interlocking patterns. Here's a little one from the other day:
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I'm no Morris.